All Venomous

It’s all venomous; To tell a truth, worse than a lie. The peregrination, the exploration; Elegance of drab, Drag me in stentorian of lamentation. If I stop meself, stop to reminisce, Interregnum my all penance- How…
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To This Year

It is a promise, less than a truth; It is a year, less than a moment. Abruptly goes away, takes away few possibilities; Needs are crying, content is the one – Who knows words for only words. Hypocrite chants carol of sceptre, It…
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